From crawling to walking

And from walking, running

Maturity came in every shape

From Ethiopia to America

From my first kiss

To my first heartbreak

I desired an escape

From happily ever afters

To realistic ever afters

From biweekly allowances

To biweekly paychecks

Maturity tugged at my nape

From living in the moment

To existential torment

From tears of triviality

To tears of profound viscosity

Maturity was my Snape

I grow every single day

But I am still that little girl born on that cold March day